[Intro: Bushwick Bill]
Yes, it is I says me
And all who agree are more than three, cause they we
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them?
But let's take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this path, called
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
Stranded on d**h Row, so duck when I swing my sh**
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
n***as know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal!
I'm murderin' n***as, yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks
When I grip the mic and kick sh** n***as can't f** with
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, whoop a** like Van Damme
So any n***a that claim they bossin'
What don't you bring your a** on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good
Slangin' 'em things like a real O.G. should
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
When you're slippin', I slip the clip in, but ain't no set-tripppin'
Cause it's d**h Row, rollin' like the mafia
Think about whoopin' some a**, but what the f** stoppin' ya
Ain't nothin' but a buster
I'm "Stranded on d**h Row" for pumpin' slugs in motherf**ers
Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun
Kurupt inmate cell block one
[Verse 2: RBX]
No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
You're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From the lunatic, I'm d**h like arsenic
When I kick a wicked rap, Dr. Dre will hit the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally surpa** the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
In this dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the tormentor
Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler
Emcee mangler, tough like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So what you wanna do
The narrator RBX, cell block two
[Verse 3: The Lady of Rage]
Rage, lyrical murderer; "Stranded on d**h Row"
And now I'm serving a - lifetime sentence
There'll be no repentance
Since it's the life that I choose to lead, I plead guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip into my AK
Buck them down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress -bed frame
There's another dead, bang
Laying lame put to shame, who's to blame
Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman comin'
From the D-E-A-T-H and R-O-W takin', no sh**
So flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 1-8-7 on motherf**ers, don't stop!
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from Cell Block H
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
Aiyyo steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog
It's the number one n***a from the hood Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Bustin' raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey little n***a
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to d**h Row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my rocks
And I'm still, serving for mines, peace
To my motherf**ing homies doin time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell
And you sayin', "f** the Police!"
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And it's driving the cops crazy
But ain't nothin' but a black thing bay-bee, uhh
Uhh, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin'
I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G
And you can't see, the D-R to the E
Or my motherf**in' homey D.O.C
You know you can't f** with my motherf**in DJ
That's my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't stop
Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherf**in' Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll beat 'em man
We gotta smoke 'em, then choke 'em like the motherf**in Peterman!
It's like three and to the two and two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done
[Outro: Bushwick Bill]
Yo, now you know the path I'm on
You think you're strong, see if you can travel on
Cause only the weak, will try to speak
Those who are quiet, will always cause riots
There's three types of people in the world
Those who don't know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen